Vintage Chat Enthusiast Pillows

"So, when you were a kid, you didn't have cell phones? How'd you talk to your friends?"

"Before texting we had to write letters by hand, and before emojis we honestly just bottled up our emotions."

Woman on the phone.

Before social media there was sticky notes.

"My Gmail account is full. I can't get any more email." "So?" "I'll miss email. It was so old-timey. You could write hundreds or even thousands of words, with actual paragraphs." "People didn't see any little animations to show them you were typing. They had to actually wonder if you were going to reply." "And the spam was fun. You never got to hear from Nigerian princes while you're checking your texts." "Just delete stuff." "If you delete a few gigs of old emails, you'll be able to get n

Boys and Girls: Differences in Internet Surfing.

'Who's a pretty boy! Is that all you've got to say?'

"You had too many characters in your last tweet."

'As a teleworker Colin sometimes struggled against feelings of isolation.'

"It's just a dinner table conversation. Must you refer to it as 'Talking Off-line'."

'Life! Give my conversation liiiife!'

'I just got off the phone with my long-time writing partner who's bringing over my deathbed confessional masterpiece. In the meantime, who's up for some idle chit-chat? How about all this rain we've been getting, huh?!"

A.T.&T.'s New Competitors

I was telling him a story of my granddaughter's wedding.

'For a romantic anniversary I thought we'd go back to where we first met.'

"The Over-Sharing Economy"

'Fred is a social conservative -- he believes in slow food and heavy beer.'

Bob searched far and wide for his soul mate. It looked promising, aside from the language barrier and shipping costs.

"You're not holding up your end of the conversation."

Airport Literature

"Hello. This is the old man across the street. Get off my lawn!"

Wordplay 11. Repetition & on & on & on. . .

Thank You For Not Interrupting My Endless Stream of Chatter.

parrot can't stand small squawk

"Quick, let me through. I'm a gossip."

'Why do we always talk about this stuff?'

"Stop bleating, it's all ewe,ewe,ewe!"

Don't you think that we raised the telephone charges little too much?

'Listen! If it is a secret, don't tell me: I tend to repeat everything out loud over and over again...'

'...Hi. Just called to say I ate a bag of chips.'

"Don't bother talking to your grandfather. He's unplugged himself."

7th Monkey Business Conference: 'Thanks, but I don't need the microphone: I'm a howler monkey...'